Pulp Fiction, 1873 · page 18 of 100
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22 : THE HUSSAR CAPTAIN. “ You are a wonderful man, sir; now am [ ready to de part,” said Glen Tarleton, rising, and in a few moments more the Hermit, his guest, an 1 the negro, Rebel, were in the little boat, which soon darted out of her rock- bound hiding-place, and headed for the New York shore. - Cautiously approaching the bank, the Hermit sprung out, pressed the hand of Glen Tarleton, and walked away in the darkness, while Rebel took the helm, and with the young of- ficer seated near him, shoved the boat once more into the stream, and shsped her course down the river in the direction of the Battery, the buoyant craft bounding lightly over the rough waters as she swiftly dashed along. \ CHAPTER IY. THE TWO FAIR PATRIOTS. — Upon the same evening of the attack upon the grenadier by the Ranger Hussar, there were seated within the sump- tuously-furnished library of a handsome mansion in New York city, two maidens, and carnestly were they conversing together, while upon their beautiful faces rested a look of sad anxiety. Both were, indeed, beautiful, though as different as light and darkness, for Salome Tarleton was tall in stature, and yet not tvo tall, for her figure was exquisitely molded, and, her every movement was one of grace; the eyes were intensely large, brilliant and full of intelligence, the complexion durk, and each feature of the face perfect, while her bair, worn en- circling her proud head like a coronet, was black as ebony and most laxuriant. P Dressed in a svit of dark blae cloth, plainly made, it hung in graceful folds around ber, as she half sat, half reclined up- on a silken lounge, while upon a low stool, her arms resiing upon the divan, sat the other maiden, Lucille Vancourt, a per- fect liitle fairy in face and form, with dreamy blue eyes, fair complexion, and sunny hair arranged in a most neglige but be- - Comicnooolks.conn